Ok, here's chapter two C:

This has a bit more Tim/Kon in it than the last chapter

Disclaimer: I don't own DC Comics, if I did- Dick would still be Batman after the reboot

Note: thanks for the awesome reviews, you guys rawk :D

Sorry it took to long to update, I decided to make the chapter longer than I originally planned

Also

I might edit this later idk yet, I just want to post it first

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Early the next day, Dick hurried Damian to a waiting car, to go to the costume store. The car stopped outside a large grey building in a fancy shopping district.

"Why didn't we just buy out the mall for a day so nobody will be around?" Damian asked, knowing that's what his father would have done.

"Seeing other people is part of the experience." Dick replied, "When I was Robin I would beg Bruce to let me go costume shopping, but he just made Alfred buy me them. When I was slightly older, I finally was able to go out shopping, but Bruce had bought out the mall for a day and there was nobody around. It was boring, and I think you need the full experience."

Damian just scoffed.

The pair opened the large doors and walked into the crowded store.

Colors, sounds, and fabrics danced in front of Damian's eyes as he walked in, it was a sudden rush of stimulation he hadn't expected. Dick looked around the store smiling fondly, while Damian just stood blinking. Grabbing Damian's hand, Dick pulled the boy further into the colorful mess of a store. The pair walked past rows of hanging costumes and automated monsters before Dick abruptly stopped.

"Why don't you wait here, and I'll find some costumes for you." Dick gestured to a bench outside the dressing room entrance. Damian scowled and plunked himself on the middle of the bench, looking challengingly up at Dick's face. Dick gave Damian a wave, as he rushed off to find some costumes. Walking towards a saleswoman, Dick asked where the junior's section was. The saleswoman, who was wearing a tight black dress and pointed witch's hat, ogled Dick hungrily, her eyes racking over his body. The woman smiled coyly and pointed down the hallway to the right of her. Dick thanked her and walked away, feeling her eyes following him. Putting the over-hormonal employee out of his mind, Dick faced the costumes with determination. Dick vowed that he would find the perfect outfit Dami.

Let's see…dog? No he wouldn't like that. Cowboy? Not really his style… Dick's eyebrows furrowed as he surveyed the costumes before him. Some of the clothes were quite cute, and Dick would have loved to see Damian in them, but he knew Dami would hate him if he were forced to wear them. The elf costume would look particularly darling on Damian. Yet I'd be killed if I tried to get him to war that. Dick thought wistfully as he put the costume back on the rack. It took a while, but Dick finally gathered a selection of suitable costumes. Victory was his. Now time to pester Damian.

Damian hated sitting around waiting for Dick. Too many people crowed by, peering at him curiously, chattering loudly. Why again did Dick think having other people in the store would be a good thing? Damian didn't get headaches, but if he did, he would have one. Nothing could be worse than sitting there, Damian reasoned. That was before he saw him.

"tt. What are you doing here, Drake?" Damian snarled, angrier than usual because of the circumstances. "Aren't you with Father?"

Tim was walking by, hand on a guy's shoulder, laughing. As soon as Damian spoke up, Tim took his hand off the man's shoulder, turned, and frowned at Damian.

"Bruce let me leave early. His –uh- work problem was basically done with" Tim chose his words carefully; glancing around to make sure no one was listening. "And my um, friend Kon invited me to a Halloween party." The man next to him winked at Damian.

"I felt like he needed a break from work, it's a party with all of our old gang." Damian suddenly recognized the man.

"You're going to a party with Su-?"

"Connor." Tim cut him off.

"Pth. That's a joke." Damian smirked.

"The little devil, as you call him, seems to be meaner than usual." Kon pointed out.

"Seems the same to me."

"Maybe he's cranky cus he's sitting around a costume shop."

"…I'm right here you know."

Both guys turned to look at Damian. Tim's eyebrows rose as a thought struck him.

"Damian, what are you doing at a costume store, anyways?" Tim asked, running his hands through his long parted bangs.

"I-um." For one of the few times in his life, Damian was at a loss for words while talking to Drake.

"He was costume shopping with me." A familiar voice spoke. All three faces turned towards Dick as he approached them. "I was thinking him and I could have some brotherly bonding this Halloween." A large smile spread across his face.

He wanted to stab that smile with a knife. Damn Grayson.

"Well, that makes me twice as glad I'm spending the holiday away from home." Tim said. Damian noticed Kon's arm disappearing behind Tim, and a second later he saw Tim jump slightly and turn red.

"Don't worry lovely, I'll make up for your lost family time!" Kon waved his free hand like a Shakespeare performer. Tim laughed, and pretended to punch Kon's arm. Damian rolled his eyes and looked away, the sight sickening him. Drake's such a slut sometimes. Damian's eyes shifted to Dick, who was staring at Tim and Kon with an almost proud expression on his face. It was then that Damian noticed the huge pile of clothes in Dick's arms.

"What are those." A demand, rather than a question.

Dick snapped his attention towards Damian. "Hmm? Oh these? Right, here are some costumes I've got for you to try on." Before Damian could retort, Tim cut in.

"I think that's our cue to leave…" He stated, grabbing Kon's hand and launching towards the exit. Kon waved goodbye with a goofy smile, as Tim dragged him out the building. There was a pause of silence before Dick blinked at the sudden scene, looked over at Damian, and flashed another large dazzling smile.

"Want to try them on now?" Dick nodded his head to the costumes he was carrying. The word "no" was on the tip of Damian's tongue, but then he decided he came all the way over to the store, he might as well try on the stupid costumes.

Damian shrugged, "Fine Grayson. Show me the costumes."

"Great! How about we go in the changing room now, so you can try them on."

"Together?" Damian scowled.

Dick noticed Damian's face. "Or…you could go in and I can stand outside, and every time you try something on you can open the door and show me…" He suggested.

Damian growled and grabbed the pile of costumes, stomping in to the changing room.

It was silent for a minute before Damian spoke again. "I'm not wearing these."

Dick walked up to the closed dressing room door and leaned his face against it. "Come on Damian, try the ghost costume first." Dick waited until the sounds of Damian changing ceased before he knocked on the door. "I know you're done, I wanna see, can you open the door please?"

"No."

Dick sighed, then went ahead and opened the locked door with ease in a way that only a bat-kid could.

Damian stood facing the door, a scowl on his face while shredded white fabric and fake blood settled against his body. "This looks horrible."

Dick turned Damian around in a circle, giving him a once-over. "It's not bad, but it doesn't quite suit you. Let's try the next one on."

"I have to try the rest on? –tt- Never mind, I like this one. Let's go." Damian moved towards the door, but Dick slid in front of it to block his way. Damian was about to move away and ninja his way out, but Dick put his hands on his shoulders and knelt down in front of him at an uncomfortably close proximity.

"Now Dami, I know you don't like this costume, and I want you to at least somewhat enjoy what you're wearing. So let's see the others." Damian looked away from Dick's warm expression and nodded.

"Tt. Fine, but don't expect me to find anything I like. Grayson."

The next to be tried on was a pirate costume that Dick thought was quite cute.

"I look too young in this." Was Damian's rejection.

Clown, dog, and fish costumes followed, and were all rejected. There was a bird costume Dick claimed would be funny since Damian's Robin, but the costume was rejected with the rest.

A lot of time was passing, and Dick worried that Damian wouldn't end up finding anything to wear.

"There's one costume left." Damian informed him. Dick tried to remember which costume was left, but there had been so many, it escaped his memory.

After a few minutes, the door opened and Damian walked out. Dick's eyes widened as he saw him. Oh, that costume.

Dick looked Damian over, a smile starting to grow on his face. "You know Dami, this costume is made for you."

"tt it'd be better with cat ears."

"I guess we could add cat ears, that would actually be cut- um I mean, awesome. And scary. Yeah,… scary."

"Good."

"You could have the cat ears but keep the original too, I think Alfred could find a way to make that work…" Dick mused.

"Can we leave this horrible place now?"

An idea came to Dick as he remembered something. "On the way to the kid's section I passed some adult sized costumes and I saw something that would go perfectly with your costume! In fact they sort of are made to go together if you think about it…" Dick grabbed Damian's arm and pulled him towards the adult costumes. "See how perfect it is?" Dick held the costume up.

"You're too old to be wearing costumes."

"You're never too old to be wearing costumes Dami. Plus," Dick leaned closer and whispered in Damian's ear; "I dress up as a bat every night. I think this doesn't seem very different."

Damian shrugged. "See, I don't care enough to talk about it." He started to walk towards the exit as Dick went to pay for the costumes,

This Halloween's going to be quite entertaining Dick concluded as he watched Damian pace impatiently next to the store doors.

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OK,

Sooorrrryyyyy it took so long :'C

I also apologies for any OOCness or if the character's personalities change halfway thought the story, I wrote half of this after not sleeping so yeah :P

Preview: Not really a preview but

Try to guess what the costumes are ;D

I'll give you a hint: it reflects their personalities